You have been warned.
This isn’t all about transition. Not even trans issues. Unless you reckon that “transport” may have something of the gender queer about it.
Sooner or later i’m going to have to stop being a trans blogger. Not yet. But the day is coming closer.
Pensées: that’s the thing. Insight and wit and associated stuff. Like an ongoing argument chez nous about parking.
On Friday, Andrea set off to Stamford to run various errands. Parking in Stamford is not bad…but on Friday, market day, its not brilliant. For me, no problem. There are several streets in Stamford where there is plenty of free on-street parking for two hours at a go. So i just drive down to one of those and sit waiting.
Sometimes, you wait five or ten minutes. Sometimes, you sit and wait and just as a space comes free, some git zooms up from behind you and nips in. That is irritating, but its also life. I just turn on the radio and regard the wait as a few minutes of me time: a chance to hear a debate or news or a track without worrying about everything else on the road.
Not so andrea: she r4eally, really can’t abide waiting. It puts her in a bad mood. And if someone dare to nip in to “her” space, they are lucky not to be rammed for their presumption. I shall say nothing, this time round, about what she did to the poor middle-aged lady who tried to nick a space that i had been waiting for.
However, it all ended in an exchange of hand gestures that i felt were both unnecessary and highly unladylike – on both sides. 🙂
No. I don’t get it. Parking takes time. Like much else: and rarely is one’s time so valuable that one can’t put aside five minutes in order to achieve calm. Perhaps there’s a monograph in there somewhere: the zen of parking.
Or maybe it is just my inner lizard: like, you don’t tend to have blood pressure of 105 over 60 if things constantly wind you up.
Dunno. Am i the odd one out here? Do others share andrea’s impatience: or can you still go with the flow?